Fang Zhen held the Dragon Gall Crossbow in his left hand and the longspear in his right, letting out a long breath.
He could feel the effects of Combat Intuition and Combat Focus fading, returning him to his normal state.
'Combat Intuition is really useful.'
Just now, cocking the Dragon Gall Crossbow with just his left foot had been a complete flash of inspiration.
An instinct had told him it would be fine—that he would definitely succeed.
Fang Zhen had followed that instinct, executing the move in one smooth motion.
At that moment, letting go of his spear to draw his Dog Leg Saber would have been another option.
But guided by his intuition, Fang Zhen chose to use the Dragon Gall Crossbow.
It turned out his intuition was real. The solidified Combat Intuition wasn't just a feeling; it was genuinely effective.
